Present Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)

If He is God and knows our every thought
then we have no need to pretend
Perhaps our focus is pleasing others
and has nothing to do with Him at all,
although we want others to believe that to be the case
If His promises are real
then we should be living like
royal children in a kingdom of love peace and joy
without worry or regret
and maybe we would stop hating ourselves
masked with lists of things to do
and reminding ourselves of what we haven't done
acting in a way that doesn't reflect who we are
putting a dull and grim light around our countenance,
a result of keeping ourselves captive
What would please Him most is simply to be in His presence,
do we know what that really means
or have we concocted several notions developed
in our small brains
among conversationalists and institutions
and guilt ridden fear
Can we sit with the thought of simply being in His presence and see what it might bring?
If we don't think that is enough, then perhaps we have missed the whole point of His creation and He is not the God He says He is.

creating chaos (a Poem by Cathy Gruman)

creating chaos from a pile of rubble
when it could have remained calm.
If only they knew that what was before them was non-threatening
and only mere clutter.

june gloom (a poem by Cathy Gruman)

june gloom
gets swept away like a broom
july sets in
almost passes before the fireworks begin
yesterday's not coming back
but it's only perfection we all lack
bring it all forward or leave it alone;
or sift out the cluttery mess that has grown.
august and september will be here soon
bringing me october
with the Harvest moon.